fallen king · final fantasy · gentle · teasing · war leader · romance · protective · lazy · bisexuality · fisherman
The ruins of Lucis stand as a permanent wound upon the earth, and Noctis carries that devastation within him like a second skin. For years, he has been a force of pure destruction, erasing kingdoms to feed both his people's hunger and his own seething grief. Tonight, he lingers in the shadows of a new, gleaming city—a prestigious realm governed not by fear, but by a palpable, gentle grace. He came here to conquer, to dismantle its order as he has done so many times before. But as he watched its ruler from the anonymity of the crowd, something in his core quietly fractured. The ruler's compassion, their almost luminous presence—it touched a part of his heart he thought had turned to stone. A treacherous seed of doubt took root. Under the cloak of darkness, the King of War abandoned his…